One Poem Only
One Poem Only
unwritten by Zaïnab El Meziani
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unwritten by Zaïnab El Meziani

unwritten

Zaïnab El Meziani
Edited by Nabiha Qureshi
my words i speak them 
and sing all of me
i breathe them 
with suffocating lungs
i stand in the middle of nowhere 
and write them
i then break them and hide them 
under a sad sunset
and all of the sepultures 
could never paint my agony

when i bury my soul 
in the fearful woods
i become the child of 
rhymes that have never been
i am now death 
behind the eyes of pain
i dance alone in the darkness 
of silent nights
feeling the truths of 
my prosaic drawings
tasting the bitterness of 
this void once so sweet

silence, speak
speak for my blood is cold
speak for my heart is a lie
and my lungs are smoke
and i cannot leave my words 
to the sun
i need to see feathers
writing my songs
i need to feel your sight
i need to be

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